Fingers threat

The whole Basement torture room was filled with ear piercing scream, Genevieve shouting at the top of her lungs, she just had her pinky finger cut off, and if like it fell off completely she'd be free from the torturous pain, but no Clair left the finger dangling, she didn't allow it to completely fall off, then she brought out another object that Genevieve didn't even know what it's called, and she already had a bad feeling even when they got into this room, but now it's worse.

"PLEASE PLEASE!!! I Swear mommy I won't go anywhere, I'll….stay here.. I won't even think about planning anything, please just don't use that on me" Genevieve pleaded with Clair like her life depended on it. Well her life really depended on it at this point.

"Sweetie, it's okey" she said while using her hand to wipe Evie's tears. "It's just a warning and I have to take it seriously, so you won't be a threat to me later"

After saying that she released Evie from the pole and sat her down, then picked up the tool and it looks small but she picked out nine of those, Genevieve couldn't help another tear from falling, her sense of danger increased a ton, but she knows if she moves one bit Clair might decide to do much worse.

Clair sprayed Evie's first five fingers of her right hand on the wooden floor, then pin the tools on each one of the five fingers, Genevieve gave a muffled scream, oh God what has she done wrong, with nothing to do she just sat there weeping, this pain was worse than when Clair pierced her pinky, it was like having ants gnaw on her body from the inside out.

The woman stood up and took the ropes again, and tied Evie's left hand to the pole while still making her sit on ground with her right hands still not free. Evie raised her head an stared at Clair, and the woman gave her a bright smile, like she was teaching her kid figure of speech and nothing like the scene she's witnessing. Clair after she was done packed her tools and left the little girl there while going to God knows where.

Genevieve couldn't raise her leg because of the small sticks hanging on it, her legs looks like it was the one that went under torture and not her hands, she stare at herself and couldn't help crying again.

She seems to remember then when she watched Horror movies with her two sisters, while her brother plays game on his phone, it felt like that happened a long time ago, like the memory was far off, but it was just three months away from her birthday, and she also remembered the first time she was allowed at the amusement park, that was the best day of her life, after that she loves going to the amusement park every weekend, and the last time she went was when her sister, Mimi, made a promise to take her to the haunted house on her fourteen birthday, but all those felt like she didn't even experience them, and that she only watched them or read those memories from a diary and it wasn't from her, at that moment Genevieve vowed to keep a diary.

After waiting for what felt like ages and Clair had no plan of coming back, Genevieve fell asleep for hours, when she opened her eyes her view still didn't change, but she had nothing to measure the time with since there isn't a space for her to see the outside world, she saw a nail on the ground stretched her clipped hand and took it, she so badly want to remove this tools from her right hand but felt like if she did she'll suffer much worse than she already did. She used the nail with much difficulty to write down her birthday date, she felt like with the way things are going she'll forget sooner or later. She wrote it not too tiny and not too big, but also at a place where she knew Clair wouldn't see them.

Being here hours without water or food was draining her, she felt helpless, she was loosing so much blood and nothing to take care of herself with, and also she was very hungry which she think if there's anything for her to eat the moment she wouldn't hesitate, but Clair was nowhere to be found.

Laying down on the wooden floor, she felt uncomfortable because of her tied hand she couldn't rest well and was half hanging and half laying. She dreamt, that she was still the normal Genevieve she knew, when her hair was still good to look at not the shabby one now which looks like a bird house.

She woke up the next day and as usual Clair was nowhere to be found, she was there alone for the rest of the day, her blood has dried up by now, she's lost a lot but it stopped bleeding but didn't stop giving her pain, she was hungry she felt depressed.

That was how it was for the next three days, no food, no water and no Clair, she felt sick and kept sleeping more than usual, she didn't dare close her eyes regularly on the third day, she thought she'll stop breathing and die if she so much as sleep anymore, her breathing was weird, she doesn't even have much saliva to wet her mouth, her eyes was open throughout the day, anytime she was about to fall back asleep she'll wake herself up again, she kept drawing blood in her mouth to keep herself wet and busy.

On the fourth day, she woke up as usual and nothing to do, she tried twisting the rope at times to break herself free, but with her energy down she couldn't keep her eyes open much talk less of lifting a hand or finger, her right hand that was clipped with these tools for the past three days has gone numb, it was hard to lift it, the fingers have frozen, now she realized this was a threat to her beautiful hands, if she as so much as do anything wrong in the upcoming days she'll lose both her right hand and her fingers, she already lost her pinky even tho it's still there, she planned to cut it off completely whenever Clair comes down to fetch her, that's if she ever leave this place alive.

She heard the sound of Clair shoes clinking with the ground before she hear the sound of door opening, Clair came into the tiny torture room and gasped.

"Omg there you are, have been looking for you VieVie, mummy didn't know you'll take this hide and seek personal, so this is where you've been hiding?" Clair said like she didn't notice the girl hands tied up, and only her story matters "you're quite good at hiding aren't you"